She had arrived in Bree-land and was most displeased.
This land was not to her liking, even if it was formerly part of the North Kingdom.
It was no more and mattered not, she was here for one purpose and one purpose alone.
To find him, to find the young Dunadan in which she raised from childhood.
The trail had stopped in these lands and she was certain the young man was fleeing.
She could not understand why he would resist coming to Esteldin.
But she would find him, she swore it.
Angdail had kept her hood cast over her shoulders.
For who knows what men would do?
An Elf in Bree-land was uncommon and they would no doubt misunderstand her.
"Raich!" She cursed in her own tongue.
She found his trail had stopped at the town of Bree.
Alas, she went where the winds had carried her.
Slowly and quietly she had entered the North gate.
What would await her here now?
Most likely prejudice.
